Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 90

Chapter 2

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Especially not shout something that would destroy my entire future,

My phone buzzed. A string of frantic messages from my best friend, Bonnie Clark,

(What the belly Did your boy Nathon just go officiel with the Miss Cheerleader??)

My heart stopped.

Before 1 could even process it, another message popped up,

A screenshot. From Harper’s Instagram.

Posted fifteen minutes ago right after Common App locked,

(The school I’ve dreamed about since I was ten… and someone who moved mountains to make sure we’d get there together.]

The post had three pictures,

One was Harper in her cheer uniform, all glowing skin and perfect beach waves,

The other two were cropped screenshots of acceptance letters–carefully framed so you could see the NYU logo but not the full names.

Except 1 didn’t need to see the names,

1 recognized the major on one of them immediately,

It was Nathon’s,

The post was dripping with that coy, look at us energy–the kind where she wanted everyone to know without actually saying it outright.

And the comments?

A flood of heart emojis and congratulations.

“OMG you two!!”

“Couple goals already and you’re not even there yet,”

“This is so cute I’m gonna CKY”

“You guys are gonna be THAT campus couple, I’m calling it now”

And Nation?

He’d liked it

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Not just liked it–he’d commented ton.

A single emoji. A smirking face.

Like this was all some fun little game.

Oh

So that’s how it was.

I was the joke. The punchline.

The girl who thought she mattered.

My chest caved in on itself. The pain was so sharp I had to stop walking, one hand pressed against a lamppost just to stay upright.

All this time I thought we were something.

Not dating, maybe. But something.

I thought the late–night study sessions meant something. The inside jokes. The way he’d text me first thing in the morning. The way he knew my coffee order by heart.

I thought when he said “we,” he meant us.

But he didn’t.

He never did.

I was just… there.

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